Page 212 of My Rules

I glance out and he’s pacing back and forth. His eyes are crazy, and he’s muttering to himself.

What is he doing?

He must have had a really bad day. I can’t begin to imagine what it’s like to be a doctor.

We eat our grilled cheese and have a cup of tea in silence. He has hardly said two words all night.

He must have had a really stressful day.

“I’m going to have a shower, babe.” I make my way up the stairs.

“Uh-huh.”

As I walk up the stairs, I see him spring from the couch and begin pacing again while dragging his hands through his hair.

He is acting very weird tonight.

I get into the shower and under the hot water, and I smile as relaxation mode is activated. There’s nothing on earth better than a hot shower.

The door bursts open.

I jump, startled, and turn to see Blake standing before me. “I think I accidentally slept with Chloe,” he blurts out.

“What?” I frown.

“After Carol’s, I found pajamas under my spare room bed, and we all got blacked out, remember, and I don’t remember a thing, remember?”

“There’s a lot of remembers in that sentence.”

“And I didn’t know whose pajamas they were, and today I saw that Chloe has those pajamas, and I think ...” He drags his hands through his hair as if this is the end of the world. “I think I might have slept with her.”

He screws up his face as he waits for my reaction.

I roll my eyes. “You idiot.”

“I know,” he gasps.

“Those were my pajama pants.”

“What?”

“We hooked up that night, you fool.”

“What?” he gasps, wide eyed. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was embarrassed that you didn’t remember!”

“Did we fuck?” he squeaks.

“No.” I roll my eyes again. “We fooled around, and you were so blackout drunk that we both fell asleep.”

His eyes search mine. “So you’re Nooky Nights?”

“Who?”

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